Chapter 23: Master

"…So, you didn't get beaten by someone, but you beat someone else?"

At the dinner table, Maomao stood up on her two hind legs, holding her front paws across her chest, like a majestic cat lady.

There was silence on her face.

She was so worried that she didn't even bother to play dumb and keep silent, but she didn't expect that things would be completely the opposite of what she thought.

Xue Jing's appearance was too deceptive, so elegant that anyone who saw him for the first time would think he was an intellectual scholar. Even though Maomao had seen that he had trained his muscles well, she subconsciously thought that he was the one who would be bullied.

"Thank you for worrying about me, Xiaowan."

Xue Jing chuckled.

Then, he saw that Maomao stood up with his hands across his chest, which was so cute that he couldn't help but reach out and pinch its cheek.

This fight was worth it, and there was an extra reward.

Unintentional planting of willows has brought about a good result. Maomao, who was reluctant to speak, was so worried that he could not help but speak because of the blood of the Razor Gang thugs on his body.

While feeling a little touched, Xue Jing could not help but laugh.

"... You are not allowed to call me Xiao Wan, you must respectfully call me Master!"

Maomao, whose real name is Ning Fengwan, stretched out her paws to slap Xue Jing's hand away, and said angrily.

The young girl's voice did not seem to be intimidating to Xue Jing at all. He nodded and smiled, "Okay, Master Xiao Wan."

Then he stretched out his hand again, touched Maomao's head, and rubbed it back and forth.

If it were a comic, Ning Fengwan's forehead would have been bulging with veins. She used her two white gloves to try to stop Xue Jing from touching her, but it didn't work at all. She said angrily:

"Show some respect to the elderly!"

It was fine when she pretended to be a cat before. She could deceive and comfort herself that she was a cat and being touched was no big deal. She even enjoyed it a little.

But now that her identity has been completely exposed, she was treated so 'frivolously' again. Ning Fengwan's sense of shame as a human being instantly spread from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

Xue Jing saw that it was indeed a little anxious, so he withdrew his hand and asked curiously:

"Elder? How old are you, Xiaowan?"

Maomao said dissatisfiedly: "You should call me the leader."

After a pause, "Anyway, he is older than you."

When Ning Fengwan said this, her tone was a little hesitant, but Xue Jing didn't care. He touched his chin and said:

"The leader of the Dragon Cult... is it the Dragon Cult in the news report?"

He had heard this name in the news before. It was said that it was a "gang of evil forces disguised as a religious organization" and had now been destroyed by Kant Security Company.

Huh? My cat is actually a gangster boss?

The cat crossed its paws over its chest, raised its head proudly and snorted, and said in a tender girl's voice:

"Yes, it is the Dragon Cult. Are you scared?"

It was a bit cute, and Xue Jing couldn't help it again. He stretched out his hands to cover its cat head, rubbed its cheeks, and smiled: "Scared, scared, Master."

The cat gritted its teeth: "How are you scared? Let go!"

Xue Jing took his hand back and asked: "The news said that the Dragon Cult has been destroyed by Kant Security Company, so you are alone now?"

The cat stretched out its paw and gestured to the pot of chicken soup, asking Xue Jing to serve it a bowl, and then said:

"Well... you can say that for the time being."

Xue Jing picked up the spoon, filled half a bowl of chicken soup, and put a big chicken leg in the bowl and put it in front of the cat.

"So what are your plans for the future?"

Maomao took a bite of the tender and soft chicken leg meat, chewed it, and showed a very anthropomorphic expression of enjoyment on his face.

Swallowed the meat into his stomach, and said: "You don't need to know these, it's not good for you to know, I'm just staying with you temporarily, and I'll leave soon."

Maomao showed a serious expression.

Although by coincidence, he still opened his mouth to communicate with the boy, but Maomao still wanted to avoid involving him as much as possible.

Security companies are such a behemoth that even the official government has a headache about them. As an ordinary person, Xue Jing would be dead if Kant sneezed.

"Okay."

Seeing that it said it seriously, Xue Jing also nodded.

Then he asked casually:

"By the way, Xiaowan, since you are a human, why did you become a cat?"

"You have to call me the leader." Maomao was dissatisfied at first, and then said: "This."

It stretched its tail forward, and the platinum tail ring was somewhat reflective and flashing under the light.

"This is a prop called 'God's Relic', which is said to be the legacy left by 'God' after his death."

"I don't know much about the details, but I know that each God's Relic has magical powers, such as this one."

It shook the tail ring on its tail.

"I bought this from a profiteer, serial number GOD-1391·Cat Tail Ring, which can transform the wearer into a cat."

"...But after the transformation, you can't change back for the time being." The corner of the cat's mouth twitched.

Xue Jing's heart moved.

"Serial number GOD-1391? Are there many divine relics? The serial numbers are all ranked after one thousand."

"Well... there should be a lot. I don't know about these. I have only seen this one divine relic. The serial number and name were also told to me by that profiteer." Maomao said.

"...Okay." Xue Jing was a little helpless.

This is almost the same as saying nothing.

Starting from Maomao, the plan to find a way to get more "divine substances" has been ruined.

The upgrade of "Twins" and the unlocking of active effects are still a long way off.

But it is not without gain. At least I know that this kind of thing is called a divine relic. Judging from the serial number, there seem to be quite a lot, at least more than one thousand.

Xue Jing looked at Maomao who was eating chicken and drinking chicken soup with his head down, and suddenly thought of something and said:

"By the way, there is one more thing."

"Shu." Maomao answered inarticulately while biting the chicken.

Xue Jing first flattered, "The leader of the Dragon Cult sounds very impressive. I believe he must be very well-known in the underworld and well-informed, right?"

"Humph, of course." Maomao raised his head proudly.

"It's like this. I want to enter a dojo to practice martial arts. Which dojo is more powerful? Does the leader have any recommendations? Well, if I can rely on the supreme majesty of the leader to reduce some tuition fees, it would be great."

Xue Jing made a request.

Maomao nodded, "Actually, I was just about to tell you about this."

"You took me in and let me eat and drink for free in your home. I have to repay this kindness."

"I will introduce you to someone in a few days. In terms of martial arts, there should be no one better than that person in Qingcheng."

Xue Jing asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"The old owner of the Canglong Dojo, 'Dragon King' Li Qi."

Maomao uttered a name.

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